At the End of Our Hike
General/Column April 22, 2019
I carry a collection of sticks for my son: wand, backup wand, walking stick, horse, blaster, sword. In my head,…
Misnaming
General/Column February 5, 2018
Her mother called her hair dishwater blonde, referring to the swirls of ash and gold, to the way it scrubbed…
The Storyteller
General/Column April 21, 2017
The sun shines through the massive windows where I sit drinking a steaming latte. The door to the coffee shop…
You’re Never Too Old To Want Your Mother
General/Column February 6, 2017
“Ouch,” my daughter complains as I run the brush through her hair. “That hurts,” she tells me each time the…